GAHRYE
Being in the kar was terrifying. But he did his best to sit straight and not squeal like a boar. And there was no doubt he relaxed more as the drive continued and they began to weave between large fields and trees, then bushes and trees, then thick forest.
He even opened the window when Kalle suggested it, and though he didn't enjoy the sound of the air cutting through this… thing, the smell… the smell was better.
About forty minutes after they'd left the library, she turned the kar off on a little dirt and gravel road. They weaved between trees and rocks for another minute or two, then she pulled the car off the road and turned it off.
Gahrye breathed easier when the roar of the engine stopped.
Then he realized how quiet it was out here.
